O island in the sun, Will to me by my father's hand, All my days I will sing in praise of your forest waters, Your shining sand. As morning breaks the heaven on high, I lift my heavy load to the sky, Sun comes down with a burning glow, Mingles my sweat with the earth below. O island in the sun, Will to me by my father's hand, All my days I will sing in praise of your forest waters, Your shining sand. I see woman on bended knee, Cutting cane for her family, I see man at the water's side, Casting nets at the surging tide. O island in the sun, Will to me by my father's hand, All my days I will sing in praise of your forest waters, Your shining sand. I hope the day will never come, When I can't awake to the sound of drum, Never let me miss carnival, With calypso songs philosophical. O island in the sun, Will to me by my father's hand, All my days I will sing in praise of your forest waters, Your shining sand.